Tuesday, January 9, 2007

My Brother Bruce

My youngest brother is in the hospital, due to respiration distress, brought on by ALS.
Ventilator tubes prevent speach.
He remains proud, willful and thoughtful.
Determined to go home under his own power.
By using a letter table he has said:

I can hear you.

The doctor is a fn dick.

I told the doctor to leave my room.

No crying in my room.

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